This is the sequel to Fight in the storm.

If you haven't read that one yet, I advice you do or you'll have no idea what's going on.


Nate's POV

It's been a month since the "incident" and every-thing's good, there's been no freaks out to kill me, so, I'm pretty happy. Or

at least I was, until the phone rang. I read the caller ID, why would the police calling me?"Uh, hello?" I asked in a

confused tone. "Hi Nate, this is officer Candy Corn the one that took the man away last month. I'm afraid I have some bad

news..." (A/N: I was dared to call him officer Candy Corn) "I just got the word, he escaped last night." I could tell it

pained him to say this, and it pained me to hear it. "WHAT!! Please tell me your joking." I yelled into the phone, tears

welling up in my eyes. "I wish I could, you have no idea how much I wish I could tell you that this was a joke. But it isn't.

We're going to have some officers come up to keep an eye on you until he's back in custody." He said, obviously trying to

make me feel better, it wasn't working. "A freak is out to kill me, and you guys are going to babysit me?!" I yelled, attracting

the attention of my brothers. "No Nate, we are merely following orders. Don't worry you'll be safe. I have to go, goodbye."

He said, trying to defend his poor choice of words. "Yeah, safe." I said sarcastically, hanging up the phone. "What was that

about Nate?" Jason and Shane asked at the same time. "T-the guy h-he's b-back." I said, choking on my words. "OK, say

that one more time, in a language we can understand." Shane said, chuckling. I didn't answer, I just ran into Jason's arms,

sobbing. "Whoa, Nate what's wrong?" Jason asked, pushing me back so he could look me in the eyes. "The man, the one

that tried to kill me, he escaped." I said, and I felt Shane wrap his arms around me from behind. "Don't worry Nate, we won't

let anything happen to you. We're going to keep you safe." Shane said, and Jason nodded in agreement. "Come on, let's go

tell mom." Jason said, wrapping an arm around my shoulder and leading me to the kitchen. "Hey sweetheart. What was with

all the yelling?" Mom asked, not looking up from the meat she was chopping. "Mom, that guy that broke in last month, he

escaped." Shane said, earning a glare from Jason. "Well, that's breaking it to her lightly. Door knob." He said, whacking

Shane in the back of the head. The look mom had on her face frightened me, she looked murderous, and like she was about

to burst into tears at the same time. "He escaped. He- OW!" Mom started, but yelled when she cut her hand open with the

knife. "Mom are you OK?" I asked, breaking from Jason's grasp, and running to look at her hand. "Oh, that's going to need

stitches. Jason go get your father, Shane I need you to watch Blake for me OK?." She said, wrapping a towel around her

hand. "OK mom." Jason and Shane said, Jason walking to where dad was, and Shane going up to Blakes room. My dad was

in there a few moments later. "What happened Denise?" He asked, as me and Jason helped her to the car. (A/N: I know

she doesn't need help with a cut hand, I just needed a way to get them to the car, and indicate that Jason had come.)

"Nate will you tell him honey, your the one that got the phone call?" Mom asked, buckling her seat-belt. "Sure mom..."

When I finished the story dad was shaking with fury. "He's back?" He asked, er, yelled, fury evident in his voice.

"Yes." I said, so quietly, I'm surprised I even heard it.

JASONJASONJASONJASONJASONJASONJASONJASONJASONJASONJASON

Jason's POV

I don't care how many cops were going to have watching our house, I am going to protect my baby brother with everything

I've got. "We're here." Dad said, pulling me out of my thoughts. "OK, I'm going to take your mother to get stitches, you stay

out here." He said, I nodded in reply, and sat down in the waiting room chair. "NO! I want to go with you." Nate said, his

bottom lip quivering slightly. "It might be for the best if you do. What about you Jason?" He asked. I just shook my head,

it kind of hurt that Nate didn't trust me enough to stay with me, but I know that with mom and dad, he'll be safe.

Besides me, and some guy asleep in a chair, the waiting room was empty. All the sudden the guy jumped up, I guess he

wasn't asleep. "EVIL IS NEAR!" He yelled, getting dangerously close to my face. "Whoa, back off dude." I said, putting my

hands on his chest and pushing him back. "I'm trying to help you. He is near. I know you know who I'm talking about." He

said, placing his hands on his hips when I gave him a confused look. "Who do you mean HIM?" I asked, I was getting

pretty weirded out here, this guy belongs in a mental hospital. "A month ago a man broke into your house, no?" He asked.

"Yes, but how did you know?" I was beyond freaked now. "That's not important. But what I'm trying to say is HE is coming

back. He's closer than you think. So beware." He said, and then put his hands up as if to take off flying and ran out the

door. Yes that was VERY weird.

SHANESHANESHANESHANESHANESHANESHANESHANESHANESHANESHANESHANESHANESHANESHANE

Shane's POV

"Shane, will you play with me?" Blake asked, jumping in my lap. "Sure, what do you want to play?" I asked, ruffling his hair.

"UH. How about guitar hero?" He asked, giving me a face that I couldn't say no to. "You set it up. I'll get the snacks." I said,

laughing at how his eyes lit up.

We've played guitar hero 20 times, Blake lost them all. "Hey Shane, how 'bout we make a bet. Loser give the winner 10

bucks?" He asked, once again giving me that look. "Oh no, I know how this works. I give in to the bet because you've been

sucking. And then you win. I don't think so." I said, crossing my arms. "Oh, come on. Do I look like would do that?" He

asked, putting on his best puppy dog face. I've gotta admit, that's pretty darn cute. "Fine." I said, sighing in defeat.

A few minutes later.

"HA! I won, I believe you owe me 10 bucks. Cough it up." Blake said, holding out his hand for the money. "I can't believe

I got hustled by a 8 year old." I said, pulling out my wallet and handing him the money. "Believe it brother." He said, stuffing

the bill in his pocket. Ding Dong! "I wonder who's at the door." I said, walking over. I opened the door, and the person

standing there made me gasp.

(A/N: I thought of ending it here, But I decided I'd save that for later chapters.)

The pizza guy? "UH, I didn't order any pizza." I said, giving him a confused look. " Well somebody from this address did.

And I drove all this way, so you'll take the pizza, and like it." Gosh, so rude. I thought pizza guys were supposed to be nice.

"Fine." I said, taking the pizza and sitting it on the table next to me. "That will be 8.00." He said, holding out his hand.

"Just hold on one second while I go get your money." I said, walking off and stupidly leaving the door open. "Blake, did

you order a pizza?" I asked, putting my hands on my hips, gosh I've been around mom to much. "Maybe." He said, giving

me a sheepish look. "Well, I don't have any money to pay him, so what was it you said? Oh yeah, cough it up." I said,

smirking. "Aw man." He said, giving me back my money. "Here you go." I said, handing the guy the money. "Your dads back

from his golfing trip." He said, sticking the money in the money flap. (That was all I could think of) "What do you mean? My

dad wasn't on a golfing trip He took my mom to the doctor to get stitches." I said, glaring at the guy for letting a stranger

into my house. Oh crap, there's a stranger in my house. "Whatever, he went in there." He said, pointing to the kitchen.

"Thanks, bye." I said, closing the door in his face. I quickly picked up my baseball bat, -that was propped against the door

frame- and walked towards the kitchen.

There he stood, the man that beat my baby brother. Just looking at me. "You... Wait what's your name?" I asked, cocking my

head to the side. "Jackson." He said, in a casual tone. "Oh, OK let's start over." I said, walking out of the kitchen and back in.

There he stood, the man that beat my baby brother. Just looking at me. "Jackson, how dare you come into my home." I said,

fixing my grip on the bat, so I could get a better swing. "Aw, little Shaney, thinking he's going to hit me with the bat." He

said in a babyish tone. "Yes, I just think I might." I said, taking a few more steps closer to him and raising the bat over my

head. "Get him." He said, snapping his fingers, making three very large men walk into the room. I fought them as best as I

could, but they quickly won. Picking me up and walking towards the back door. I was lucky that they didn't see Blake hiding

under the dining room table. And even luckier that they didn't see me mouthing for him to call Jason.


Well, here's the first chapter.

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